Shotty Horroh - Therapy lyrics

[Spoken: Dizaster] ...best battler in England and his name is Shotty Horroh. He's the best battler ever, he'd pretty much almost k** anybody in Canada and even if he came to the states he'd be one of the top battlers here. He's incredible I my opinion! He's the best British battler ever... Throw some rest in peace in the bars Some d**h underneath the salad Some cemetery in the pan It's a recipe for disaster The devil's demons are after The energy in my shack When they're tellin' me to get at em' Like sendin' tweets when I'm chattin' You checkin' deep when I'm rappin' My message deep it's Atlantis Your every litre and gallon Won't wet the feet of a rabbit My depth is sea level My depth full sea levels? You don't see levels? You'll need some gla**es These thirsty b**hes think gla**es are me Cuz they keep on gaggin' Think I'm just another cracker Tryna crack And get it crackin' You must be smokin' some crack Tryna take a crack At the Kraken I'll take em' back to the past When your name advanced in your bracket Your cadence, pa**ions and patterns The label gave to you're talent I turned every day I practiced And you hardly know procedures Your bars go over their heads But my bars go over the ceilings Thought I mean the roof? No, my bars go over ceilings I'm Michealangelo See, my Sixteen's Are Sisteenish You need a bigger Biggie Three thousand Andre-3000's Two 2-Pac's Fifty 50's A rack of Racoon's Twelve D-12's Five times Jura**ic 5 And it STILL won't shift me I'm 50 with the bullets in him Shady with the mushy's in him Big when puff was with him Pac when Suge was with him Kirt Cobain, Axel Rose when the d** was in em' Pimp C when he's sick green and six cups was in him And karma's a motherf**er So I stay calm as a motherf**er f** your pride, you're telling tails When you're sayin' you're the main man You're lying there Pride, Tails, main? Wait... I described the lion there! You're a buffalo in my Jungle Bro you can die in here Catch him lyin' round I'll let my lions share The lion's share In this dance Keep your distance In this stance You must defend like this dan I'm way past black belt you couldn't match this dan Arms everywhere sh**'s resembling a diss dance Right left Make you bright red son Sun'll give you this tan Act shady, you can Die-doe like in Stan My fist fam'll Put you through the door like a wristband Six inch jab Hit man on a kick back This match (mismatch) Sit back I'm the big champ You just got your shin-pads and your gym pa** Think fast I'll blast you in your chin and split your lip fat Hit you with a pickaxe Give you back a piss flap Son destruct me I'm a fire, I'm a lit match And I got protection on deck like a slip-match I'll take your lady while you baby's sleepin' That means I'll have you f**in' woman kidnapped while the kids nap I'll catch that fat b**h slippin', Sippin' slimfast Fold her like a gymnast Till her f**in' limbs snap Leave her body shrink-wrapped You can get pimp slapped as loud as a pimp's swag Till I got a limp hand And my fingers spring back Rick Hambo Get your whole nose bridge cracked sh**bag sh**, you could sh** through a sh**bag f** everybody on the diss track sh** fam it's that Young Mr. Harper Hay Modern day Harley Rays Attitude of Charlemagne but I ain't with the chit chat They wanna clash with I They can meet Sela**ie I'm a dragon drag-racing with them dragon flies I ain't someone you wanna try and antagonise In a war of words I spit Israel and Palestine Uh send a rapper off to paradise Tell em' holla from the afterlife Hannibal Lecter The cannibal flesh eater with one hell of an appetite Go put your big pants on Lunar it's Hammer time Uhm It's Adam I would leave a rapper paralysed Snap your spine They won't get it back n I'm Damn it I'm Spazzin' I'm Only tryna pa** the time, catch a vibe Pee brain petons ain't masterin' the master mind Tell them little parasites to pa** the mic before they get Mic jacked slash Barry White via satellite Fans keep talkin' bout Shotty and Lunar I'll body the yout and you just body for proppin' my zoot But I'm not gonna loose to this poppy influenced Comedy music You've gotta be stupid Why's he tryna copy my movements? Mate I don't give a f** how many followers truin' Hollerin' Lunar would body Horroh he'd probably chew him Well tell him step in the f**in' ring like I offered him to And then we can see it, I guarentee it He's not gonna do it Said he's chewed up and spat out battlin' If that's then rap don't matter then Talkin' all that sh** on twitter but he won't @ me And uhm Bloodstro and Aresonal... Really no comparison DPF and Math Hoff are really no comparison Wait a minute actually Who the f**'s battled him? Him and Uno did a mill and that's his biggest battle init Well I got a f**in' millie views way faster than him sh** he's actin' arrogant and he ain't got a cla**ic in him Real rap fans won't put me in a bracket with him f*ggot listen This is just a rapture dissin' Someone has to baton with him Till it gets tucked and he gets battered with it That's the spirit This ain't about nothin' other than how you spoke to me When I just told you sumthin' and you tried to make a joke of me If I was you I would hold my rosary close to me Pray to the holy ghost And then hope That he's watchin' over me I'm tryna chill but he keeps on coaxin' me I'm probably bout to go to jail raise at toast for me I said them tape names are similar as sh** And it must of struck a nerve you got your nickers in a twist Then you started makin' tweets like a silly little b**h But you acted like the f**in' @ symbol didn't exist And I extended my hand Said we should probably do a song for the fans Damn now you're actin' like a motherf**in' diva You've got more followers but so has Justin Beiber Put them pictures of the kittens in your cover yeah they like that Make some silly faces, dribble roll your eyes back Rap about single mums and addiction cuz they'll buy that But don't you think Tyler the Creator would want his vibe back I offered you a battle and you blied that But now your in the comfort of your home you'll reply back You're a coward and you wouldn't do it live fam So send your shots from where you need to hide at Holla! [Spoken: Shotty Horroh] Shots fired Do your little reply or whatever you need to do In the comfort of your own home f**in' wouldn't do it face to face In the format me and you come from... mate, let's be real we was both musicians before we did this but the battlin' sh** put both of us on the map. You're actin' like a f**in' Justin Beiber R kid, knock it on the head. f**in' pay respect where it's due mate! I don't give a f**. This is nothin' about anything else other than the way you responded when I told you your mixtape name sounds like my old sh**. On some cheeky sh**. I don't care take it how you want it, it's therapy I'm gettin' sh** off my chest. Mate! fu*kIN'!... ...Prick! [Lunar C Impersonation: Shotty Horroh] When I'm rappin' quick I'm at this sh** When I make your body... vanish... quick It'll be like a shakerless Spanish kid... Maracaless/miraculous